Life. Faith. Jesus.

I’ve never taken a break (read: Sabbatical) from blogging the way I recently did over a month ago. It was something I was fighting but eventually gave in and took the break.

I believe it was something God was leading me to do, and I am glad that I did it.

The thing that made it so difficult was that there were things I wanted to write about, and ideas I wanted to develop.

But what baffles me now is that it’s been over a month and I have blogged only twice! Actually, it’s been nearly 2 months!

I don’t get it.

I love writing about things I think are important and worthy of thought and reflection and interaction with others. Namely, things pertaining to man’s problem, God’s provision, and how the Gospel of Jesus Christ intervenes.

Oddly, though, I have not written anything about this in the past nearly 2 months. Very #strange.

What’s even more strange is not that I haven’t written anything, but I haven’t really had the desire to write about anything.

Let me take that back, I have had the desire to be writing, but nothing has really prompted me to write.

I wonder what’s going on. Is it that I must “force” my writing out? That I must “make” myself write? Or is it that I am just in a time right now where my writing is “put on hold” to focus my time and energy on other important things?

Have you ever been in a “season” like this before?
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Want to know what’s been going on in my prayer life?

Well, I won’t tell you everything, but I will tell you this: stop blogging for a while. I suppose it’s been about a year that I’ve been thinking about this. I don’t really know what triggered it, other than God—plain and simply put.

In the past year, while I would pray in quiet time, I’ve had this re-emerging thought to break from blogging. You heard me right: a year. Well, here in the past six months it has been happening more. Moreover, the past three months has been even more intense.

Thing is, when I usually hear from God about something to this degree, I sense a pretty strong conviction. This time, it’s been very subtle and almost silent. When I pray, it doesn’t matter what I’m praying about, this thought will “introduce” itself into my mind. It’s not a strong voice, and it’s not overwhelmingly convicting. But it is persistent. This may be the softest God has spoken to me that I am aware of.

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And have it biggie sized.

Many of us have busy lives and hectic schedules. I can certainly vouch for that.

People have jobs, families, side jobs, school, organizations, and other parties they are committed to.

As a personal commentary to this, I am a husband, dad, college student, have ministry commitments at church, write on this here blog, write on that there blog, and oh yeah follow Jesus.

We’ve all got our lives to manage, and at times it can be a lot to manage. Especially the unnecessary things we add to our lives.

In other words: It’s tough to be responsible!

So how do we (“I”) deal with this?
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That’s right. I’m a softy.

Yesterday I was watching a Veggie Tales Christmas theme with my daughters. I don’t know what it was called. Anyway, I was hit like a sack of potatoes dropping on the floor. Let me share the scene.

Bob the tomato and Larry the cucumber were putting on a play. Bob’s character wanted to put on a play to teach the people of London how to love. Well, it turns out that everyone who said they would come canceled because they like the star of Christmas the church used in their play. So, Bob ended up convincing Larry to go with him and steal the star from the church. They stole the star, took it back to their theater, and rehearsed the play. During their rehearsal, the lights sparked and caught the theater on fire, thus ruining their chances for the play.
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I had a conversation today with a Christian co-worker.

We were on a job where there were many, many cubicles. I had walked around the corner of one cubicle and surprised one of my Christian co-workers. To this, he said something to the effect, “Woh, I didn’t even see you there. So, I thought I’d be a little funny and say, “I’m mysterious.” All the while I was thinking about how God moves in mysterious ways. Here’s somewhat how the conversation preceded from there.

To this, he said (paraphrase) “No! That’s not good! That’s witchcraft!” Read more